"One more song!"

Xin Yi was surprised to find that after singing, the number of people who sent flowers and wine not only did not decrease, but increased.

He watched the people in the audience singing and dancing on stage, and he didn't know what to do.

couldn't help but look at Song Yingsi.

I was surprised to find that Song Yingsi also stood up and jumped on the dance floor.

also shouted with everyone,

"One more song. ”

Even Song Yingsi didn't know when she stood up, waving her hands and shouting with everyone.

Xin Yi was very helpless, looking at the sincere eyes of the audience and looking at the rising amounts.

"Then I'll sing you another song. ”

Only then did everyone quiet down and look intently at Xin Yi on the stage.

The two songs just now have fully proved the strength of this young man, and it is precisely because of this that everyone present has great expectations for Xin Yi.

What kind of style will this one be, and will it be as good as the first two?

In other words, the song "Wolf Disco" is really good.

"I want to take you home with the flowers in my heart"

"In this late-night bar, it doesn't matter if she's real or not. ”

Why is this melody coming again?

Song Yingsi shook her head, trying to get the melody out of her mind.

Xin Yi had already started to play at this moment.

Different from the beginning of the original song, Xin Yi is ingenious here and uses a long whistle to start.

"There's even a whistling sound?"

"The soundtrack can still be sung like this?"

The bands on the stage were stunned, unlike the previous song, this song Xin Yi did not mean to ask them to cooperate, and they could concentrate on watching Xin Yi's performance.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more shocking.

Whistles, guitar, rap.

There are so many elements in Xin Yi's songs that they can be sung even without a band.

Will this genre become more popular in the future?

The band is useless in the future?

The band's guitarist suddenly felt a wave of worry.

When the guitar sounded, the guitarist shook his head self-deprecatingly,

"I still want a guitar anyway. ”

The people in the audience didn't dare to breathe and looked at Xin Yi.

"When you walk into this fun field"

Playground?

Is this another song dedicated to bars?

Some people are very happy in their hearts, and they feel that it is another good song.

But there were also quite a few people who frowned because the song was too bland.

It's not like the style at all.

They want the kind of music that gets high, not the kind of music that is soft when you listen to it.

But because of the previous two songs, they still waited patiently.

"All the dreams and thoughts on my back"

Xin Yi deliberately lowered his voice to make his voice sound deeper and more vicissitudes.

"All kinds of faces, all kinds of makeup, no one remembers what you look like"

"Three rounds of wine over you in the corner, stubbornly singing bitter songs"

"Listen to him being drowned out in the hustle and bustle"

"You pick up your glass and say to yourself"

It's still full of Xinyi wind!

A few strokes, but the various states of life in a bar are outlined.

There seems to be such a picture in everyone's eyes, that is, all kinds of people in the bar, lively and lively.

In the corner, however, sat a lonely man, humming quietly and drinking wine.

I don't know why I have a bitter feeling in my heart.

Toasting is a common occurrence, especially if there is a level.

But toast yourself.

It's desolate to think about.

Song Yingsi didn't know when she was stunned.

She also didn't know why this big boy had so many stories.

Obviously he was an ordinary college student before, enjoying the treatment of the pride of the sky, how could there be so many stories?

Think about how carefree I was when I was in college, every day I went out to class with my roommates, went shopping, and was even more free after falling in love.

But compare it with Xin Yi.

She really wanted to ask Xin Yi: What exactly have you been through?

Xin Yi didn't notice Song Yingsi's complicated gaze in the audience, he raised the microphone and took a deep breath.

"A cup of respect for the rising sun, a cup of respect for the moonlight"

"Awaken my yearning and soften the cold window"

"So you can fly against the wind without looking back"

"I'm not afraid of rain in my heart and frost in my eyes"

A glass of morning glory!

A glass of moonshine!

Fly against the wind!

There is rain in my heart!

There is frost under the eyes!

These combinations of words can be called masterpieces, and Song Yingsi really wants to split Xin Yi's brain to see how it grows.

Song Yingsi is still like this, not to mention the other people in the bar, all of them have slightly red eyes, and they only feel inexplicably sour in their hearts.

Xin Yi didn't care.

People say that eight glasses of wine dispel sorrow, and a cup is life.

Then please drink with you and conspire to get drunk.

Thinking of the earth that can never be returned, Xin Yi also feels sad.

The whole person was immersed in the song.

"A cup of respect for hometown, a cup of respect for the distance"

"The kindness that guards me urges me to grow"

"So the road between north and south is no longer long"

"The soul no longer has nowhere to rest. ”

Xin Yi sang his feelings on stage, but the people in the audience were different.

Each has its own experience, and has its own different life.

But it's all in this song, and it's reopened from the dust because of Xinyi.

A cup of sunrise!

A cup of respect for hometown!

It's already four glasses of wine, does Xin Yi have any other words?

Xin Yi did not disappoint everyone, it is another big cycle.

"A cup of respect for tomorrow and a cup of respect for the past"

"Supporting my body and heavy shoulders"

"Although I never believe that the so-called mountains and rivers are long, life is short, why bother not to forget"

"A cup of freedom, a glass of death"

"Forgive my ordinariness and dispel confusion"

"Well, it's always scribbled after dawn"

"Sober people are the most ridiculous"

A cup of sunrise!

A cup of respect for hometown!

A cup of respect for tomorrow!

A cup for freedom!

Xin Yi's eight glasses of wine drunk himself, Song Yingsi, and the people who came and went in this bar.

Xin Yi stood on the stage and bowed to everyone.

"One More Song"

"One More Song"

The earth-shattering sound resounded in the sky, and it was as if the entire Houhai was about to be overturned.

Xin Yi squeezed left and right, and finally squeezed in front of Song Yingsi.

Song Yingsi listened to the cheers around her at the moment, and looked at Xin Yi, as if she didn't know Xin Yi.

Xin Yi didn't speak, just pointed to the door.

Song Yingsi nodded, and the two walked out of the bar side by side.

"Just now the bar owner asked me for your phone number and said he wanted to tip you. I gave it to you on my own initiative, don't mind. ？”

Song Yingsi, who came out, took on the temperament of a strong woman again, if it weren't for the redness and swelling around her eyes, Xin Yi wouldn't be sure that she had cried just now.

"It's okay, it's okay, Sister Ying Si is making money for me. ”

Xin Yi said with a smile, but found that Song Yingsi's mood was not very right.

"What's wrong with Sister Yingsi?"

Hurriedly stopped and asked her.

I saw Song Yingsi take out a tissue and wipe her eyes.

"Why don't you be my brother?"